JenTheWriter wrote:What's wrong with you?! What you screaming for?! Every five minutes there's a bomb or somethin'! I'm leavin'! Bzzzzt!

That's from The Fifth Element....Good Movie!

I wonder if any of you will remember this movie...

I can't believe we left the party so soon. And there was so much wine to spit around the place.I got upset. "I got upset." God, you're so stupid. You never leave a party 'til the very very end. Oh really? Yeah really.Well what about Cinderella? Remember what happened with her? No I don't remember what happened *with her*. I deliberately forgot all about her. She made me puke. I remember the ugly stepsisters, they were great.

VolturiGirl wrote:I can't believe we left the party so soon. And there was so much wine to spit around the place.I got upset. "I got upset." God, you're so stupid. You never leave a party 'til the very very end. Oh really? Yeah really.Well what about Cinderella? Remember what happened with her? No I don't remember what happened *with her*. I deliberately forgot all about her. She made me puke. I remember the ugly stepsisters, they were great.

Oh, she couldn’t see the bird? Everyone else saw it. It’s as big as a freaking ship. Marina? Marina’s looking the other way.

That is from Sinbad.

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Nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there, on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it!(flips his datebook open)4:00: Wallow in self-pity. 4:30: Stare into the abyss. 5:00: Solve world hunger. Tell no one! 5:30: Jazzercise. 6:30: dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! 7:00: wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00, I'll probably still have time to lie in my bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!

"May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather"--Scottish blessing

Jestak wrote:Next:
Nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there, on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it!(flips his datebook open)4:00: Wallow in self-pity. 4:30: Stare into the abyss. 5:00: Solve world hunger. Tell no one! 5:30: Jazzercise. 6:30: dinner with me. I can't cancel that again! 7:00: wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked! Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9:00, I'll probably still have time to lie in my bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!

"All right, fellas... let's go and say a prayer for a boy who couldn't run as fast as I could"

That is from Angels with Dirty Faces.

"Excuse me. I'm not a cop. I'm from Indianapolis, Indiana and I run a wholesale plumbing supply business. I'm here for a convention."
"Okay, I'm sorry about that. I just got cops on the brain, you know? I can't help it. They've been snooping around the club and they towed my car for unpaid parking tickets."

Jacobs-girl wrote:"Excuse me. I'm not a cop. I'm from Indianapolis, Indiana and I run a wholesale plumbing supply business. I'm here for a convention."
"Okay, I'm sorry about that. I just got cops on the brain, you know? I can't help it. They've been snooping around the club and they towed my car for unpaid parking tickets."

That's from Welcome to the Rileys..... I love that movie...

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Final count, forty-two.
Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE.
Forty-three.
He was already dead!
He was twitching.
He was *twitching* because he's got my axe EMBEDDED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM!

These violent delights, have violent endings...Like fire and gunpowder, they consume what they kiss

Final count, forty-two.
Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE.
Forty-three.
He was already dead!
He was twitching.
He was *twitching* because he's got my axe EMBEDDED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM!

That is from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.

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Imagine a giant cockroach, with unlimited strength, a massive inferiority complex, and a real short temper, is tear-assing around Manhattan island in a brand new Edgar suit. That sound like fun?

"May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather"--Scottish blessing